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ON TO THE STORY BUT FIRST

Disclaimer: If I owned Soul Eater, I wouldn't be writing this for you guys.

Alex and Lucy had just started talking after deciding to be partners when a loud bell rung out and a voice appeared over an intercom. "Hello, hello! And welcome to the DWMA, future heroes and Death Scythes! If you've already found a partner, here's your first assignment: As you know, compatibility is a very important aspect to the Weapon-Meister relationship. So, for the week until you come into class, bond with your partner. However you do it, just make sure you people are compatible BEFORE coming to class! That's all, and remember: Have fun with it!"

When the intercom message ended, and two by two the people began to file out, Alex looked at Lucy. She was also looking at him. Neither of them knew exactly how to start the conversation from there, which eventually made it an awkward staring contest.

Lucy noticed that Alex looked like he was extremely ADD. He was often doing something with his hands, whether it be fumbling around with his goggles, checking for something on him, or digging into his pockets, he was doing anything to distract himself. The look in his eyes indicated that he was trying to focus on anything but her, as if here in deep thought. He tried to speak twice, but it looked like he lost his train of thought as he shut his mouth and continued looking around nervously.

Alex, when he could actually look at her without being awkward, noticed things about her too. Her eyes were clearly showing interest, and her facial expression was of someone who was waiting very patiently. She wore an odder outfit than Alex though: A dark blue summer type of dress with black leggings. Normally this WAS normal, but it was what she was wearing over the dress that was the weird part: A red cloak that billowed out into the wind. Alex had to admit it was pretty cool, but he wanted to know what it was for. But what if was of a sad memory, and made her less likely to resonate with him? How should he bring it up? It was killing him not to know what it was for, but he didn't want to offend her!

"So what's with the cloak?" He finally blurted out, while she looked at him in shock because of his sudden outburst. The shock then turned into a somewhat sad, but hopeful expression.

"If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll tell you. Okay?" When Lucy saw the nodding of his head, she continued. "My dad was a Meister at this school once. But then he wanted to find out what a human soul tasted like. You know where that leads. He became a pirate, using the name Undying. This cloak was the only part of him that didn't turn into nothingness when a Death Scythe ended his insanity." She looked up at Alex, who clearly regretted asking the question. "But that's only part of the reason." His slight head tilt made her laugh at his childishness. "Don't you think someone would look so cool wearing this thing? It doesn't match with anything I have, but maybe on you…" She thought about it for a moment and could only end up picturing one of her favorite heroes. Her squeal and the steam coming out of her nose kind of made Alex think of backing up, but he decided to continue this conversation as they left.

"Well I don't know… I mean I'd probably lose the thing before long, and it seems like it's important to you, and I wouldn't want to just misplace it." Alex scratched the back of his head as they walked through the winding streets of Death City, eventually wandering into what appeared to be a shopping district. "But I forgot to ask you the most important question: What kind of Weapon are you, anyway?"

She blushed at this question, which Alex was confused about. Was she embarrassed about her Weapon form, or did she not know how to transform yet? Or even worse, what if he had to end up fighting with a useless Weapon like a leaf blower or something? Did leaf blowers even COUNT as Weapons? And out of the things he could've thought up, why a LEAF BLOWER in the first place?

She looked around to make sure no one was looking before she hissed, "I'm… a multi-form." Alex looked at her like someone built up a super promotion for a concert, only to have the greatest performer of the year walk out on stage, say one word and leave. Noticing his look, she explained, "I'm actually a set of 1920's Mafia weapons. You know, like baseball bats, knives, Tommy guns. Those kinds of things."

Alex, wanting to make a joke at her expense so he could hide his utter awe at the extreme amount of luck he's been having lately, chuckled after saying, "Now turn into a saxophone and that would be just awesome." She punched him in the arm for that one but she laughed a little too. They continued walking, browsing through different stores. It was then that Alex discovered Death's Records and Music Store. Alex kept one trait from his father's side of the family, and that was his love for music: And it showed. He went through the warehouse-sized music store and shuffled through most of it, sticking to jazz and swing music the most.

Entering a certain rack of the Jazz section, he froze. On the opposite end of the aisle, there stood a boy about his age, talking to girl who seemed to not really be interested in what the boy was going on about. His white hair stuck out like a sore thumb, his crimson eyes gauging the worth of the album he held in his hands. A headband held his hair back, with a large sticker that said 'Eat' on it. The girl was slightly taller, but that was because the young man was slouching, and she looked like your average girl. But it was the guy Alex was shocked to see, for he thought he would never see him again. The guy turned and saw Alex and almost dropped the record he was holding in his hand.

They just stood there, staring at each other with a million questions and emotions passing over their faces.

"Soul?" Alex asked, still utterly surprised.

"That can't be… Alex?" Soul muttered, still in shock.

After all, these cousins that were the best friends haven't seen each other since they were eleven.